Novels by Eagle Dira

DOMENICO I barely slept. Two hours in, and I was choking on a fucking nightmare. The part that irks me the most is that I woke up expecting Sasha to hold me and tell me it would all be okay—but he wasn’t there.I've gotten so used to waking up tangled with him that even now, in the afternoon, I still feel weird.Then word reaches me that dear old Dad wants a job done. He says a rival boss is “overstepping” and demands that I go have a conversation with him.Which plainly means killing him, by the way.I dress for the “peace talk.” The Vescari ring weighs heavy on my fingers, and I get the urge to yank it off.My phone pings with a text. From my father.Giuseppe: Domenico.And that was it. Just my name. And yet I find myself shuffling quickly to go downstairs.God, I hate that man so much. What I hate more is the fact that I still want to please him after all he’s done.I walk into the council chambers with my head held high, like a Don.Who am I kidding? I feel like a homeless drunka

NICOThe flight back to Naples was a blur. I stared out the window at the endless blue, willing it to swallow me whole. But the plane touched down anyway, depositing me into the viper’s nest I'd fled not so long ago.The estate loomed at the end of the driveway—Giuseppe's kingdom, built on blood and betrayal. And now, mine to inherit. Today’s events are gonna piss me off, I’m sure of that.The gravel crunched under my boot as I stepped back, the enforcers flanking me instantly. Their eyes said what their mouths couldn't—the prodigal son.I straightened my jacket, the silk lining chafing against the fresh tattoo on my ribs; a Vescari crest that Giuseppe demanded because I would soon be the leader.“Domenico.” Giuseppe’s voice cuts through the courtyard, laced with the false warmth he tries—and fails—to show the world. He stands at the palazzo steps, his silver hair slicked back and his suit tailored to hide the mon

SASHAShe undoes her mask with slow precision, it hits the floor with a soft thud.Sorrelina Vescari, aka Svetlana.I always wondered how a child as young as her could be so comfortable inflicting so much pain on others. The first time I saw her, I almost laughed because she looked so feeble, nobody would have thought that she was harbouring so much inside.Now everything makes sense. The first time I saw Nico, he looked eerily familiar and it scared the shit out of me. Then the time when Sorrelina visited and everything flew into place.No wonder she could stomach all that torture. I’m guessing she’s using this as an outlet. And I know damn well that Nico has no idea about this.This torture session might actually be fun for the both of us. If she doesn't decide to torture first and ask questions later, that is.“You look like shit, Sasha,” she says, her tone lighter but her eyes? They

SASHASvetlana. The name detonates in my gut and makes me want to throw up whatever is left in there. Memories assault me, screaming, begging, sweat, the pungent smell of piss. Aiden shuts his eyes for a moment as if trying to reign in his rage. He remembers, in fact I think he had it worse than me.I know not to protest, I did it last time and it only worsened her ‘methods’. I exhale and try to ignore the tremors in my fingers.Aiden inches closer, as if being careful not to trigger me, “Sasha," he murmurs, I already know what he wants to suggest, and it's not possible. “Svetlana… she's a last resort, We can Stall, you can refuse to go there.” “No,” I grit out. “We both know how that ended the last time, I'm not going for a repeat.” Aiden glares at me, he knows fully well that I could try and fail, but he's the type that keeps trying, I know when to give up, on most cases.

SASHAMy eyes flicker open and i immediately regret it because the white light threatens to blind my eyes.Where the fuck am I? Last I checked, I don't sleep with the light on. Ever.Except occasionally when Nico..Nico. The scent of antiseptic hits me as memories rush in. The fight club, Aiden who had followed me to a meeting for the first time in God knows how long, the noise at the place that was so unbearable that I had to get some relief from something and then, the moments when I was drifting between consciousness and unconsciousness with my senses flooded with Nico's cologne.My heart stings when I remember what led me back to a hospital, after so many years of doing very good, I'm back at this place again, because I was seeking for relief. I didn't want to do that, I didn't like doing it, but then, when it gots to be too much, I found myself searching for any form of an outlet, even if it's was by hurting

NICOThe club reeks of sweat, blood and cheap liquor, the air thick with the roar of the crowd and the connecting of fists on flesh.I had no idea that the Iron Veil was a fight club. What would Sasha be doing in a fight club? I shove through the crowd, making my way to the back where Aiden texted me that the bathroom was. My heart thuds like a war drum as millions of scenarios play out in my head. I hope I'm not too late.I slam open the door to the men's room, the stench of piss hitting me like a punch, but that's not what I focus on. It's Sasha's frame, slumped against grimy tiles, his head lolling to one side and a fresh cut weeps from his wrist.My knees nearly buckle. I cross the distance in long strides and crouch to hold Sasha, completely ignoring the guy who I assume is Aiden by the side. Sasha's knuckles are bruised which tells me that he had been fighting. “Sasha. Wake up. Please, baby, wake up.”I tap his face but all that does is make his head loll to the other side. He

LILA'S POVThe sunlight streamed through the curtains, pulling me from the deepest sleep I'd had in years. My body ached in a good way. I felt sore between my legs and my bed felt harder than it usually was.My eyes snapped open immediately when memories of last night crashed into me in waves. And right under me was my stepbrother, naked. Last night had happened, it was not a dream.Whoa.I was tangled in Jax’s arms, his breath warm on my neck. One heavy leg draped over mine, pinning me there like he didn't want to let me go. God, he smelled like us, and that thought sent a fresh bolt of heat straight to my cunt.I shifted just a little, savouring the heat of his body. His cock was half hard and it nestled against my ass like.A lazy smile tugged at my lips. This is what I'd always wanted, what I always dreamed of. Jax did not see me as family after all, and it excited me more than I'd care to admit.We'd crossed a line, and now there would be no more aching from afar.The storm had

JAX'S POVFuck.The word echoed in my mind as I slid my fingers along the slick heat of her thigh, the storm outside raged harder. Lila's panties were a crumpled scrap on the floor now, discarded like the shreds of my sanity. Her legs parted for me instinctively trembling under my touch. The sight of her, my stepsister, bare, flushed and utterly exposed, it undid me. I'd imagined this a thousand times in the past, her body arching under mine, and now that it was finally happening? It felt like a fever dream.The thought of how dangerous and wrong it was made my dick harder. She was my stepsister, the girl I'd watched go from pigtails to this siren who haunted my fucking dreams. And here she was, splayed out on the couch like an offering. Her breath came in shallow pants, I could feel the heat radiating from her core.I hooked one leg over my shoulder, positioning myself between them. My mouth watered at the sight of her pink, glistening pussy. Swollen with need.“Jax,” she whispere

Lila's POV I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned for hours on end and yet, I couldn't get a minute of sleep. It was 2 a.m, I should be asleep, and yet, all I could think of was Jax's words. He said he missed me. That shouldn't have meant anything, he'd probably said it to millions of other girls and yet, I couldn't forget those words.Outside, the storm raged. Rain lashed against the windows and the wind howled. Mom and Richard already left before the rain started and at this rate, they'll probably spend the night at a hotel.Jax was somewhere in the house, probably in his room. What would he be doing? He'd probably be asleep.My stomach growled, a low rumble that made me groan.I slipped from bed barefoot, tugging my sleep shirt, a big tee that stopped mid thigh. It was given to me by the boy from school.The kitchen was downstairs and I could just slip in and grab a late night snack from the fridge. Yup, sounds like a plan.When I got to the stairs, a scent hit my nose. Whiskey.I

Blurb:Coming home for midterm was supposed to be simple; eat, sleep and survive family time. But when Lila walks back into the house she swore off, she finds the one person she never wanted to see… and the only one she can’t stop wanting.Lila's POVThe gravel crunched under the tires as I pulled into the driveway, the old Victorian house looming ahead. Home, that's where I was, and yet, it didn't quite feel like it. Not after mum married Richard 5 years ago at least.Now, going home felt like walking into a storm cloud. I didn't hate Richard; it was my stepbrother that I hated. I didn't want to see him, fuck I hated him so much that I'd rather choke on air than be in the same vicinity as him.Why? He was an asshole. An overbearing, irritating asshole whom I had fallen for at a point and had my heart crushed in the worst way possible.I'd never forget that day. And now, I was making my way into the house, after a long drive from my campus. I'd not seen him for close to two years, a

Elara’s POVThe night air in the shared cell was thick with the scent of sweat and cum. I lay on the narrow bed, eyes wide and open, and my body humming from where Thorne’s hand rested on my waist, his cock nestling against the curve of my ass.My pussy still fluttered faintly from the orgasm he had wrenched from me, and yet, sleep evaded me. I couldn't shut my eyes for a full minute, because I was anticipating what would happen when Elias finally got here. The fire I’d come here to extinguish burned deeper. I shifted slightly, the rough wool of the blanket chafing my skin, and my nipples tightened into peaks. I wasn't wearing my dress, Thorne had tugged it off while he was cleaning me. I lay stark naked on a priest's bed, imagining all the sins they could coax from my body.Thorne stirred behind me, his breath hot on my neck, lips brushing the shell of my ear in a lazy kiss that made me shiver. “Can’t sleep, little sinner?” He murmured, voice rough with sleep. His hand slid up to

Elara’s POV I woke up slick and aching, my thighs sticky from a dream where Elias and Thorne had worshipped me on the altar, Elias's tongue delving into my sacred places with reverent strokes, Thorne's cock plunging deep while he chanted litanies. I dressed in my white gown, the fabric hugging my bare skin making my nipples pebble at the friction. I still didn't wear any underwear.Breakfast was torture, I was informed that I was to have breakfast with Father Elias and Thorne. They sat across from me, Elias with his composed demeanor, but I caught his eyes darting to my throat.But what set my skin on fire was the foot sliding up my calf under the table in a slow deliberate massage.Father Thorne's, no doubt. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, spreading my legs just enough to invite more. The cool air kissed my exposed pussy. He withdrew when a sister passed, and I shamelessly mourned the loss of his touch.After, father Elias took me to the library for “meditation on scripture.” The ro